The seed is the word of God.
All night long the rain tapped at my windows. And I, unable to surrender into sleep’s embrace, tossed and turned to its gentle metronome. A family of skunks foraged for food under the pear trees. I heard them eagerly squealing as they sorted through the grass for seeds the birds had dropped from the feeders. I envied their simple lives. They didn’t stay awake in their dens pondering the problems of the world. A single seed was enough to delight them.
I considered getting out of bed to light the fire which had burned out hours ago. Instead, I pulled the blankets tighter to me. “It’s going to be a long night,” I whispered to God.
“No longer than any others,” God replied gently. “What do you need? How can I help you?”
“I need to know that everything will be alright. That the world isn’t going to hell in a handbasket,” I answered. “I need to know that you really care about us down here.”
“I’m not up above, looking down. I’m there among you,” He said. “I’m in your heart. In your soul. I’m in the eyes of the strangers that you meet. If you knew my river of love that flows, you’d be fast asleep. Trust that I’m moving through all of life. Today, tomorrow, always,” God said with such tenderness that my eyes filled with tears.
I pressed God’s words to my heart. No need for me to worry. He’s here, connecting us with His love. I relaxed and closed my eyes for sleep and promised myself I’d learn to take delight in a single seed.